Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.